Blowing so strongly, the storm makes a point It brings along odor that will make you faint Stench of the dead on the theater of war Has not let nobody be carefree so far Fight for salvation has lasted a while And looks like it carries on for a long time Killing the warriors who came here for glory Lets hope someone lives through to retell the story Fear has no power All spirits are high If death runs us over No need for good bye Grim reaper old-timer Will gather our souls A lifetime is over Earth takes back the bones A battle is held between rivaling tribes For honor and fortune have men left their wives Lust for destruction has confused their minds Changed into monsters they don't want to be The struggle is even and no one can tell A figure of saying for whom the bell tolls No one has come here to let themselves die A side of the winners is the ultimate goal Fear has no power All spirits are high If death runs us over No need for good bye Grim reaper old-timer Will gather our souls A lifetime is over Earth takes back the bones Fear has no power All spirits are high If death runs us over No need for good bye Grim reaper old-timer Will gather our souls A lifetime is over Earth takes back the bones